Crying from the Practical Heart

I breathed in slowly, and guess what. It smelled like smoke again. Anger rose in me, and my desire to restart rose again. Why couldn’t I create something positive! Why couldn’t I vanish! I opened my eyes, and looked at the room around me, trapped. 3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, a combined kitchen, dining room, andContinue reading “Crying from the Practical Heart”

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